Summary

I always had a lot of big dreams -- and even plans. The same with my second coming to Russia. I don't know how, but the grand expectations were dominating the future. Why would I think that I can do it? The future was friendly -- oh, you have another chance, another shot at everything I didn't get. Go and get it! Like a child.
I didn't notice that I was fourty, fourty five, fifty... And as a child I wasted a lot of time, getting into so many things, which probably weren't my business at all....

Questions

Should I try Russian in my stories? Where is the transition between Father-Russia and PostAmerica?

Notes

Transition? Who am I kidding? Do I really think that I will ever finish the book? Do I think that I am writing a book?

1992

Most of what was to take place, after I went back to Russia, starts on the Father-Russia pages. After 11 years in US I thought that I am an American. 1992 the Russians that they will be Americans soon too.

As if my first Russian life wasn't enough to know that I shouldn't come back, that there was no second life for me in Russia. Of course, it wasn't Russia's fault, it was mine. Did I come to prove the opposite?...